Amy hummed her baby's goodnight lullaby as she packed four containers in a lunch bag and a flask as well. She looked at the mess she had made whilst preparing the meals and sighed.
"Later", she told herself as she left the house. She did not have the time and energy to deal with dishes. Stella would disapprove of this. The woman always cleaned up after she used the kitchen then she would eat. Amy sighed at this fond memory. Stella had grown on her.
As she stepped out of her house, she felt nostalgic when she saw Stella's car up and running, waiting for her in the driveway. She didn't know when but she had gotten so used to the rides with the older woman and the ninety percent inappropriate conversation the woman always struck just to rile her up. Stella always enjoyed Amy's facial expressions whenever she brags about hers and Richard's bed adventures.
